Original Contemporary Poetry about the Human Condition

Assurances | A Poem by Guy Farmer

A group of men converge; a raucousInterplay of competing smiles andFables. Towels snapping, quipsFlying, one-upmanship obligatory,Manic talking, absent listening,The rustling of business cards beingExchanged on the fly withAssurances earnestly attached.

I’ll call you soon, we ought to getTogether for lunch, I like what you’reDoing, that’s interesting. The phoneLays silent at his side, unringing,Unblinking. Useless. A sourReminder of broken promises,Confidences offered in jest. Lack ofDepth, sincerity, meaning.